Tension
by Paralax
Summary: Our primal urges are our most basic, and often letting them run loose is a bad idea. But ignoring them can lead to far more disastrous acts. Rated M for the mixing of bending schools and some light Korrasami smut at the end.
1. Chapter 1

Korra heard the scream of 'Fire!' from the dining hall and ran in as fast as she could.

She found Pema stepping away from a flame-covered stove. A pot of water was sitting next to the stove-top, and Korra began to bend the water out of the pot.

"Don't!" Pema shouted, taking another step back. "It's a grease fire."

Korra cursed to herself. Putting water on a grease fire was the mother of dumb ideas. If she could airbend, she'd be able to take the fire out. But she couldn't. A light blue cloth rag was on the counter-top next to Korra, and she grabbed it, hoping it would be enough to put out the fire.

Footsteps came up from behind her and strong hands pushed her away. Korra stumbled, steadying herself on the counter.

Bolin - fresh out of the shower it seemed - had run inside the kitchen wearing only his pants. His shirt was covering the oven as he slapped the flames into submission. Mako and Tenzin came in as the last of the flames was going away. Tenzin created a small air vortex that sucked the oxygen out of the remaining flames, and Mako brought his hands down and in, cooling off the stove-top. Bolin was panting as he looked at his shirt. "Aw, man," he said, "I liked this shirt."

"Oh, honey," said Pema, encircling Bolin in a hug. "Thank you."

"Don't mention it." He high-fived his brother, then, after some hesitation, Tenzin.

Asami ran into the room. "What happened?" asked Asami.

"There was a fire," said Mako, "Bolin put it out."

"Oh," Asami said, nodding to Bolin. Bolin nodded back. "Oh, hey Korra," he said.

Korra didn't say anything. She just stared. Stared at this shirtless child - technically man, the legal age in the city was 16 for most things - with his muscles and face and...

A pair of manicured fingers snapped in front of her eyes. She refocused and looked for the assailant. Asami bent in close to Korra's ear as Bolin and Mako left the kitchen. "You alright?" she asked. Korra flinched at the feeling of her breath in her ear. "Yeah, I'm fine," she said aloud.

"See Korra?" Tenzin said, turning and cleaning a pan that had the charred remains of food on it. "Airbending isn't just for wind - it has all kinds of practical applications."

Korra knew that he was continuing a conversation they had earlier in the week. "Yeah, yeah, I see it." She stared at the door the two brothers had taken to get back to the boys' dormitories. "I see it," she said again.

It happened again while they were eating dinner.

Bolin was retelling the story of him putting out the fire to the airbending kids - Jinora in particular looked particular enraptured. Bolin was sitting across from Korra, gesturing wildly, and there was something _different_ about him. Korra had felt it before, and she was trying to place it when Bolin made this one moved that flexed his biceps and it clicked with her.

Her feelings towards Mako, in those awkward couple of weeks leading up to The Kiss.

The same feelings that she was experiencing now, actually. She gripped her chopsticks to restrain herself from doing anything. Part of her - a small, but growing part - wanted to leap up from the table and kiss him. Her mind went back to her first kiss, remembering the taste of another's lips on her own, and the tongue...

Korra's face grew hot, and she chugged her glass of water to hide her face. What was wrong with her?

"Korra," Mako said again, "I said, what are you doing tomorrow? Asami, Bolin and I were going to go take a walk around the city."

"Oh," Korra said. "I have practice with Tenzin, then a couple police officers are coming by after lunch to talk Equalist strategy, then I have meditation/helping Pema until you guys get back."

"Geez, how many days has it been since you left the island?" asked Bolin, slipping some noodles into his mouth. Korra didn't make eye contact with him.

"I don't know," she said, "Five?"

"Five?" exclaimed Asami, "Korra, the most amazing city in the world is out there, and you can't take an hour off to go get some food or go window-shopping?"

Korra shrugged. "I grew up in an enclosed area. To be honest, the island is comforting, in a way. It reminds me of home."

"Fine," Mako said, "Your training is obviously important. But it's an open invitation."

"It's fine," said Pema, waving her hand, "You can leave early and go out with your friends, Korra."

Korra hesitated. "I don't know - there's a lot of stuff I could be doing. Productive stuff, y'know?"

Mako shrugged. "Suit yourself. But if you can make it to the Flameo stand by the statue of Fire Lord Zuko, then be there. We'll be around that area all day, and we'll be keeping an eye out for you." He winked.

And Korra lost it.

"Excuse me," she said, standing up and almost knocking the table over. She ran out of the table, trying to hide her face.

She ran to the beach on the north side, far from the dining hall. She stopped at a small alcove on the north side, finally falling to a sitting position on the beach. The tide slowly came in and out as she buried her face in her hands.

Korra wasn't crying. She almost never cried - she was stronger than that. She pulled some salt water from the bay, whisked the salt out, and started playing idly with the water. No, the emotion that almost spilled out of her was _lust_.

She put her hands together, forming a mirror out of her water. She looked... hungry.

Hungry for them.

Korra threw the water in her hands into the bay and leaned back, so she was laying on the sand facing the black sky. Her hands clenched into fists behind her head. She had never wanted someone like that in her entire life. Why now? What had happened to her?

It was because they were on the island, probably. Bolin and Mako, with their boy-ness. She needed to get away from them - she needed to process what she was feeling, and seeing them over and over again wasn't going to help her, she was sure. If she doubled up on spiritual training, maybe get Jinora to give her access to the library - She hadn't read in a while; maybe there was something in the vast collection of texts on the Island that could help - and start learning to cook Airbender food from Pema, she'd be able to-

"Hey,"

Korra jumped and turned. Asami stood before her, looking like she had just overheard a really personal secret. "What?" Korra asked.

"So," she said, skipping - _skipping_ - and sitting down next to her. "What was that in there?"

"What- Nothing. It was nothing. I just needed some air."

"Really. You sure it didn't have anything to do with Bolin and Mako earlier?"

Korra hesitated a bit too long. "No," she said.

Asami scoffed. "Please. I saw you. Unlike you, Ms. Sheltered, I've been around enough young women to know what happened in there. You're attracted to Bolin, aren't you."

Korra didn't say anything. "And," Asami continued, "This normally wouldn't be a big deal - Bolin is rather attractive, I'll be the first to say it - but it is for you. Because you've never really felt this before. Other than Mako."

Korra froze. "Oh, I know. And it's fine - I believe him when he says that there's nothing between you two. And there doesn't seem to be. At least nothing romantic. But Korra, honey," she put a slender arm around Korra, and Korra shuddered at the touch. "It's not romantic. It's the same thing with Mako. It's lust. You're way too inexperienced and it's only been a few months since you three have met. But you're all chock-full of emotions with no way to exert them. It's taken a while, but the teenage Korra has awoken."

The only thing Korra could do was blush furiously. Asami laughed to herself a little. "What do I do?" whispered Korra. "It's already starting to affect me outside of seeing them. And I just-" She slammed her fists on the ground. "This is so frustrating."

"Welcome to the real world, Korra," Asami said. "It's full of things you can't have and can't control. It's not some holed-up little base in a land of ice and snow, and it's not this island. It's all of the world. And you need to accept that."

Korra nodded. "You're right. I need to learn how to control this. I will not let these dumb feelings get the best of me. Thanks." She hugged Asami, then stood up. "I'm going to head back," she said.

"I'll come with you." Asami stood up, and together they walked back to dinner.

Asami sat on Mako's bed as Mako changed into his pajamas, a white wife-beater and black, loose pants. "So that's it," she was saying.

"Huh," Bolin said, "So she has the hots for me," he smiled to himself.

Asami threw a pillow at him. He caught it and tossed it back. "No, it's not that simple. She's been cooped up all her life and all the young testosterone she's surrounded herself with is starting to mess with her head. Didn't you see her at dinner?"

"I guess not. So we just need to be super careful around her?"

"I'm not sure," Asami said. "I'm going to talk to her again, just to clear stuff up. Don't do anything stupid."

Asami got up and left the room. Bolin closed the door after her, then turned to Mako with the biggest grin on his face. "Bro, I have a proposition for you."

Mako raised an eyebrow. "What is that?"

"Help me with Korra."

"Help you how?"

"Let's mess with her."

"What? Bolin, I'm not sure that's such a good idea."

"You haven't even heard my plan yet."

Mako sighed. "Fine, what's your genius plan then?"

Bolin laid out the plan. It would take both of them and probably all of tomorrow. Mako mulled over the final idea in his head. "Huh. That might work. But I'm not sure I agree with the premise."

"What do you mean?"

"This whole things seems to be an act of jealously."

"What?" Bolin scoffed. "That's absurd. Korra's one of my best friends-"

"Which is why this seems wrong," Mako interjected.

"-Which is why we need to help her out."

Understanding washed over Mako's face. "Ohhh. I get it now. Alright, yeah. If she can handle us..."

"Then she can handle anything," Bolin finished. "And if I get something out of this, then that's just a bonus."

There was silence for a moment as Mako thought it out. "Okay," he said, "I'm in, but that means we have to ditch Asami for the day. No way she'd approve of this."

"Deal. Here's to helping Korra."

They shook hands.


	2. Chapter 2

The next morning, Korra woke up refreshed. She got a lot of stuff out by talking to Asami the night before, and she felt good about it. Asami was a good friend, one that understood Korra's situation and helped without being too annoying.

Korra walked down the path between the girls' dormitory and her meditation spot behind the temple. She thought a lot about herself and where she stood in the group of friends she had acquired since coming to Republic city. Memories of the stories of Avatar Aang and his group of friends floated into her mind. Friends were good, she decided.

There was yelling coming from somewhere behind her. It sounded like Bolin and Mako. Korra opened one eye, then shut it - she needed this meditation more than to talk to them.

More yelling. Korra sighed, stood up, and started jogging towards the sound.

Mako and Bolin were standing next to a large boulder and a bucket of water. Korra leaned against a nearby tree and watched. Bolin was yelling "I don't care, Mako - earthbending is better than firebending."

"No, it's not Bo," said Mako. "Firebending is both useful in combat and stylish. Watch." Mako pointed his fists at the bucket of water. The water started to boil, then Mako gave a push and the contents of the bucket exploded into super-heated steam above. Mako gently grabbed the air and started to pull _and the steam started to follow his hands_. He kept feeding heat into the steam, keeping it hot enough for him to bend, and started to make simple shapes in the air - a sphere, then an oval, then a lopsided triangle.

"Pssh," said Bolin, rolling his eyes. "Cakewalk. Try to beat this."

Bolin made a massaging motion with his hands, facing the boulder. The boulder broke up into hundreds of little pieces, circling around and around Bolin's body. Korra watched the boulder chunks spin faster and faster until they started to blur together and-

Korra watched as Bolin started to do a traditional Waterbending form _with the rocks_. Bolin whipped out the rock stream - it was almost like a whip - and started whipping it around in the air, making cracking motions. Korra was having a hard time discerning whether he was bending the boulder or grey water.

Bolin threw the whip into the air and made a motion with his hands, collapsing the stream into a rock and watching as it hit the ground with a 'thud'. Bolin stretched his arms, panting. "Oh Korra," he said, wiping sweat off of his brow. "Hey. Did you see that? We need your opinion on something."

Korra was standing in front of them, her mouth open. "Guys" she sputtered, "That was some of the most impressive bending I've ever seen!"

Mako shrugged. "Really? I mean-"

"No, it was," Korra said. She could feel something stirring up in him. "You guys are really powerful. Powerful and strong and-" She stopped herself. "I'm glad you guys are on my side," she continued. "It's an honor to work with benders as awesome as yourselves."

"Aww," said Bolin. "Thanks. Really, that means a lot."

Tenzin called Korra from somewhere off in the distance. "Whoop, gotta go. But seriously, guys, that was amazing. I'm training with both of you later today, okay? Just come find me when you get back from the city." And she ran off.

Bolin looked at Mako and smirked. Mako high-fived his brother before laughing out loud. "Man, that worked better than I thought it would," he said. "Did you see her eyes?"

Bolin nodded. "Phase One: Complete."

Such 'competitions' continued in various forms throughout the day. Mako came home early and cooked lunch for Korra, and at the sight of Mako in an apron made her swoon so hard that Mako was afraid she was going to hit the floor. Bolin continued his physical feats, beating Korra in a push-up contest (that one was pretty impressive) and running. But at the end of each 'competition', Bolin would always seem the more appeasing. Both brothers went all-out in their training session with Korra, and by the time Asami got back to the island, Korra was practically giddy with hormones.

"Aren't Mako and Bolin great?" Korra asked Asami as Asami got off of the ferry. "They're just great." Korra began to tell Asami about all that they had done today, and in the middle of describing the push-up contest Asami started laughing so hard she had to kneel on the ground. "Oh, sweetie," she said, wiping tears from her eyes. "You can't see it, can you?"

"See what?"

"That they're obviously manipulating you."

"What do you mean?"

"Think about it. Last night you were telling me how annoying they were. Now you're gushing about them."

"No, they're just being their dumb selves. Why would they-" It clicked for Korra. "Oh, shoot. They're just toying with me. They must know that- Oh, shoot." She sighed. "Well, now what? I mean, it's not like I can avoid them forever. And it was working." Korra frowned.

Asami shrugged. "You're going to have to just deal with it and not let it bug you. How have you been feeling today?"

"Okay. It's been getting more and more difficult to resist them, though. I said I was going to take the day off and hang out with them tomorrow even though I have a bunch of stuff I need to do. Gah, I was playing right into their hands." She slammed her fist into her hand. "I'm going to get them."

"Wait," said Asami, "What if we made this backfire on them?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean play into their hands. When they 'realize' how 'far in' they are, they'll stop, and you'll have gotten back at them and shown that they don't mess with Korra."

Korra nodded. "Yeah, that sounds good."

"Not now, thought. For now, you just need to resist. I'll think of something over dinner."


	3. Chapter 3

"So Korra," said Pema as she passed a bottle of seasoning around the table. "How was your day?"

Korra shrugged. "It was alright. A lot of meetings and bending. I did get to train with Mako and Bolin however, and I don't know why I realized it before, but they're extremely talented benders."

"Aww, thanks," said Bolin, discretely flexing his arm as he passed the same bottle. Korra saw Mako smile out of the corner of his mouth. She glared at him, but the blush came without her bidding. Whatever their endgame was, they were fast approaching it.

Dinner went on in a similar fashion - Bolin or Mako would do something that would get Korra's ladyparts all in a rush, and as the dinner went on she found it harder and harder to resist them. By the end, she was almost throwing herself at them. Damn them, she thought as Mako 'accidentally' spilled some sauce on his shirt and went to go change, taking his shirt off at the table. Damn them and damn herself and damn the White Lotus for repressing her like this. If she had just grown up in a normal environment, with kids her own age, then maybe she wouldn't be gripping the edge of the table so hard she could feel the wood starting to warp. She looked over at Asami. She nodded, as if to say 'It's alright, we're almost done her'. Then she glared at Mako.

Dinner ended, and Korra bolted to her room. Asami closed the door behind her. "Okay," she said, "That stuff at the end with the sauce was a little extreme. _I_ was blushing by the end of it."

"Why am I this way?" Korra said, her face buried in a pillow. "They're just boys. I can handle master firebenders - why is it whenever they so much as look at me I'm putty in their hands?"

"Oh, Korra," said Asami. She pulled her friend up and gave her a hug. "It's just going to take time. Did you honestly expect to master this in one day?"

"Maybe..."

"Well it's too bad life doesn't work light that, huh?"

Korra shifted her arms so she was hugging Asami back. It felt good, the hug. She liked the feeling of Asami's body against her own, friendly and soft. Hugs weren't too common from people other than Katara and a couple others. Korra took in the sensation, Asami's warm body against her cold South Pole body. She breathed in Asami's perfume - her hair was gorgeous this close, and Korra's hands slid up and down Asami's back, almost as if she was giving Asami the hug. Asami broke away, and for a second Korra felt sad and alone. "See?" Asami said, "Better, right?"

Korra nodded hesitantly. There was a knock at the door. "Can we come in?" asked Mako.

Asami made a shushing motion with her finger, then started to take off her shirt. "Wait a sec," she said. "Do the same thing. We'll beat them at their own game."

"Uh, I don't know if that's a good idea," said Korra, watching as Asami revealed a dark red bra. "And wow, you look pretty good."

"Thanks." Asami pulled Korra's shirt off, and stared for a moment at the bindings that were strained tightly across Korra's chest. "Doesn't that hurt?" Asami asked.

"Not really. You get used to it. And this way I can move around without them flopping around."

"Uh-huh. Alright, ready?"

Korra nodded. Asami walked over slinkily and opened the door. Bolin and Mako were standing in the doorway, "Hey-" said Bolin before trailing off and blushing. Mako rolled his eyes. "We-We were wondering if we could speak to Korra."

"She's right here."

Korra waved, standing up and walking to the door. "Come in," she said, "Don't leave the door open. Korra's arms were crossed across her chest, and Asami nudged her. Korra sighed and let her arms hang by her side. The idea of flaunting her chest for these boys enjoyment was-

But the way Mako and Bolin reacted to that was priceless in Korra's eyes. Suddenly, she felt as if she had power. Finally, she could control them. She beckoned them to come in, and they did, closing the door behind them. Korra sat down on the bed, being sure to bounce up and down slightly. Her bindings weren't so tight as to restrict all movement - her chest had some momentum it could exert. Korra watched as Mako and Bolin came into the room, their eyes darting all over the place but always back to Korra's chest. Teenagers, she thought.

"Y'know," said Mako, "It is a little warm in here. Do you mind?" Oh no you don't, Korra thought, gritting her teeth.

Together, Mako and Bolin's shirts came off, revealing abs and strong chests and arms and all else handsome. Korra could feel her resolve dwindling, her power being siphoned. Asami bent close and whispered into her ear 'Stay strong'. Korra nodded.

The four of them made small talk for a bit - Asami talked about her day and all the things she did. Korra was impressed at her body language. Without seeming to, she kept drawing attention to her upper half, which was quite sculpted in Korra's mind - her arms and stomach were toned with muscle, but not bulging with it like Korra's was (you could practically see Korra's abs peeking out). You could tell that Asami was into martial arts and the like.

Korra realized that Mako and Bolin were enraptured by the stimulation. Cautiously, she stretched her back, being sure to push her chest up and out, and immediately she could feel three pairs of eyes on her. "Sorry guys," she said, yawning, "I'm exhausted."

Bolin nodded, seemingly determined to stay on target. "Me too," he said, stretching out his arms - Korra's heart skipped a beat at the way his muscles held taut over his frame. "It's been a long day. I don't think I've bent that much earth since back when we were training, Mako."

_The bending._ Korra's heart was thumping madly in her chest. Suddenly her bindings felt constricting. She wanted to just take them off. She itched at the ones in her back, feeling how thin the fabric was. One rip...

Bolin stood up, and Korra was hypnotized by how well defined his abs were. They rolled as he walked to where his shirt. "Okay, well I need to go." He said, putting his shirt back on, "So I'll catch you two tomorrow." He made eye contact with Korra, winked, and smiled.

Korra couldn't remember what happened next. One second she was sitting on the bed, watching the smile. Then something. The she was on top of Bolin, and they were both on the floor, and she was kissing him so hard she could barely breathe. The only clear thought in her head was that she wanted more.

She pulled Bolin's shirt back off and started rubbing her hands along his magnificent chest. She gasped when she felt how big his abs were. She started kissing down his jawline into his neck, like she had seen someone do in a movie the three of them had taken her to see.

Rough hands pulled her off of him and restrained her, holding her in a headlock. She struggled, trying to get away when she realized it was Mako holding her.

Mako.

She spun around, breaking his hold on her and executing a hold of her own. She grabbed her face and was teleported back to the first time she saw it. How handsome he looked.

She kissed him. She felt his tongue with her own, and shuddered at the sensation.

A second pair of hands ripped her off of him. A strong forearm constricted her neck, and she couldn't breathe. She tried to struggle, but another arm pushed at a point somewhere on her back. She cried out in pain, then watched as her vision slowly cut out.

-

Korra came to what felt like a few minutes later. Her throat her and her back was sore, and the room was empty and dark.

No, not empty. She could hear someone. Someone crying.

She moved her head and saw Asami, curled up into a ball and facing the wall. Soft sobs echoed into the sparse room. "Asami?" she asked.

The sobs stopped. Asami turned - her makeup was smeared, and she wiped it off on the back of her hands. "Korra. Korra, I'm so sorry-" Her voice sounded angry and exhausted at the same time.

Korra realized what had happened, what she had done. "Oh spirits," she said. "I'm so sorry. I'm such an idiot."

Asami didn't address her. "We broke up. Not over the kiss, exactly. It just wasn't working out. There was other stuff." She looked away. "But you kissed him. And what you did with Bolin."

Korra faced the wall opposite Asami and sat into a meditative position. "I lost control," she said, masking the emotions in her voice. "Simple as that."

"It was my fault," Asami was saying, "I shouldn't have put you in a position like that. I forced... whatever that was out of you. And those idiot boys..."

"'That'," Korra said, "Was the sum of seventeen years of pent-up aggression. I don't mean this in a bad way, but you don't know how good that felt."

Silence for a moment. "When you grow up alone, like I did," said Korra, "You don't learn things most kids learn. You start socially developing late. I had to learn how to talk to people informally from the airbending kids when I arrived on the island - I just couldn't do it in a way that wasn't snarky. You broke my bindings, by the way." Korra slipped off the cloth, letting her chest breathe. It felt like a weight was coming off of her.

"I can't describe to you how much of an idiot I feel like whenever I talk to you, or Bolin, or Mako. You all know what you're doing because you've lived life in a semi-normal fashion. But nope, I'm the Avatar, so I had to be protected. I am precious. And look where it got me - I don't have a spiritual side because the only people I talked to on a regular basis were the White Lotus, who are about as practical as one can get. I can't handle myself in front of normal people without either being abrasive or otherwise awkward. I feel most at home when I'm disconnected with the rest of society."

Asami walked up from behind and hugged Korra's stomach. Korra sighed at the touch. "I've been alone so long that I don't know what to do when I'm not. And look what happens to me: I attack people."

More silence. "Maybe the problem is what you said," Asami said, her chin resting on Korra's shoulder and her voice softly floating by Korra's ear. "Maybe you're too inexperienced, and you need to get some."

"I'm trying," Korra said, "But it's taking too long. I need a breakthrough now."

Asami's hands moved upward and grabbed Korra's breasts, long fingers enveloping themselves in the soft, warm flesh. Korra gasped and cried out, her arms reaching back and grabbing Asami's hair. The sensation coursed through her body like a bolt of lightning, and she was shivering. "What-" she said, "What are you doing?"

"Teaching you."

Asami held the pose. Korra could feel the pent-up emotions within her, begging her to be released.

At Asami.

"I'm so confused right now," Korra admitted, blushing. "I wasn't aware you were into girls."

Asami shrugged. "I'm pretty flexible." She flipped Korra onto the bed and lay on top of her. Korra could feel the silk of her nightgown over her exposed skin, her cool hands over her chest, and her face just inches from her own. "Follow my lead," she said, "And don't worry."

Asami kissed her, deeply, passionately, her tongue probing all over Korra's mouth. Korra broke from the first kiss to moan, but Asami silenced her with another kiss, and another, and soon Korra was saturated by this intense feeling of satisfaction. She wrapped her strong legs against Asami's own, and arched her body to match Asami.

"Talk through this," Asami said, breaking away. "Tell me what you want."

In response, Korra grabbed the back of Asami's face and pulled it back to her own, using her own tongue to explore. She became more and more aggressive, and before she knew it she was on top, Asami panting, her hair creating a black frame for her face against the white pillow.

"Hang on a sec," she said. She took off her nightgown, showing the same bra as before and a pair of panties the same color and style. She unclasped the bra and threw it to the floor, revealing creamy white flesh dotted with two small nipples. "Huh," said Korra.

"What do these make you want to do?" asked Asami, holding them with her hands and moving them around. Their bounce hypnotized Korra.

She grabbed them as Asami had done and started to massage them. Asami sighed and moved with Korra's motions. "Mm. Nice and aggressive. I like that. Kiss me."

Korra did. Kissing came naturally enough, she decided, but Asami was insanely good at it. They kissed for a long while, stopping only when Asami motioned her to get off. Korra lay on her side, pulling Asami's hand towards her chest. "That was amazing," Korra said.

"How do you feel?" Asami asked, stretching her jaw. "Man, you have a strong mouth."

Korra laughed. "I feel like I'm on top of the world. But sleepy, too." She yawned.

Asami made a motion to get out of bed. Korra reflexively grabbed her arm. "Sorry," she said, "But stay here with me?"

Asami smiled. "Of course, sweetie." She curled up next to her, Korra hugging Asami's body from behind. "You're beautiful," she whispered.

"And you are, too," said Asami, leaning back and kissing Korra. "Tomorrow I'll teach you some more. But don't tell the boys." She winked.


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